The view that greeted Alanna through the screen was of a dirt track that bent around a low hill and disappeared. Once he got stuck up a mare where he shoved it in so far, took hours to free him. “Isn’t it dangerous?” Alanna could foresee permanent damage to her insides. Apart from the tired looking horse, no other signs of life could be seen. There must have been some thirty stalls, not all occupied, but those that were looked extremely clean. It had also seen better days. The chance of a phone being installed in this backwater dump diminished with every step that took her nearer. The gangling youth bore a remarkable resemblance to the hillbilly. “Nah, we put a ring on the old boy. Alanna stepped over a low rail and entered the paddock. Several times, the horse tried to get his aim right, but it was Ray that took charge and positioned the massive rod just inside her.
